Jessica stretched blearily, having unexpectedly fallen asleep on the small couch in her quarters after trying to read the latest medical research. She hadn’t gotten much sleep several nights recently and it was beginning to take a bit of a toll on her. Rubbing her eyes and stumbling over to the replicator, she ordered a black coffee and drank half of it without moving from the unit.
Meandering back to the couch, she settled down and wrapped a fuzzy pink blanket around herself as she sipped the rest of her coffee. Now that she wasn’t going to be able to sleep for a while, she had some time to kill and medical journals didn’t quite seem to be the way she wanted to spend her evening. She contemplated calling one of her brothers, but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with the third degree that would occur about how she was setting in on board the Atlantis and who she was spending time with and how her superior was and so on and so forth. She was too likely to let something slip about Ethan and, well, that wasn’t a can of worms that she wanted to open yet, especially given his position on the ship. She hadn’t made any good friends on the ship yet… well, except for Ethan. As her mind wandered back to him, her features pinkened and a shiver ran through her body from the tips of her toes to the ends of her long blonde hair. Quickly dragging her mind back to her current predicament, her eyes brightened as an idea came to her and she tapped on the comm badge affixed to the robe that she had… repurposed… from Ethan’s quarters:
=/\= Lemann to M’Lene. I’m about to have some dessert and a drink… would you be interested in joining me? I can check on your healing and save you a trip to Sickbay. =/\=
Ensign Lemann, Med
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